Nosaj Thing: “DRIFT” Record Drops in the Silver
How do you know you’re at a good party?
- It’s free and there’s an open bar (thought that was the stuff of urban legends).
- Someone taps you on the shoulder in the crowd and says “What’s up Shilo?” and you turn around and it’s edIT.
- It’s a listening party for one of the most forward-thinking and heart-stoppingly beautiful albums you have ever heard.
This was just the case last night at Undefeated, which has to be one of the coolest kicks stores in LA and is just down the street from my place in Silverlake, the best neighborhood EVER despite being hipster HQ de la monde.
Low End Theory was super mad fucking crazy this week and I wanted another listen to the album Drift, which has actually been available digitally for a couple of weeks but was just released Old School-style worldwide this past Tuesday.
Opening for Nosaj Thing were the fat fresh sounds of Free the Robots and the Motherfucking Gaslamp Killer (HELL and the lake of fire are waiting for YOU!), and two little kids with big afros and bigger ball caps were jump-dancing on the big seating cushion in the middle of the store, starting the party off right.
Capacity came quickly and soon they were turning people away other than the crackheads of Sunset Blvd (“My name is Robert, why don’t people believe me? Can I have two cigarettes?”). The crowd was excited and jabbering, some people were dancing (me) and the sound was surprisingly good for a shoe store.
On to the music:
I didn’t buy a copy of Nosaj Thing’s debut album Drift last night because I was outta cash, so I woke up this morning and downloaded the tunes and have been absolutely held captive by the epic beauty of this album ever since.
I can’t tell you what kind of music this is, but I can tell you that it brought tears to my eyes and rendered me motionless, squeezing my heart and drawing from it new realms of emotion. Drift is the sound of laying naked on satin sheets; it is the music that was playing at the dawn of human existence, and Nosaj Thing has only now exhumed it from the collective consciousness of life on Earth.
Each emotive track exhales a very unique tone, but the whole album is united by an impossible beauty and rich, textured depth. Drift suspends you in a dream world, where you wait with bated breath, motionless, almost willing forth the next wave of beats with a profound desire you did not know you possessed.
In other words, two thumbs up. Did someone say West Coast Future Sound Movement?
Drift is out now on Daddy Kev‘s Alpha Pup label; buy it at your local record store or download it on iTunes (or Addictech or Boomkat or Bleep, you guys know the drill by now right?), and then join me in the sphere of dreams and forgotten sighs. I’ll be waiting by the waterfall.